The Fog

To the rolling fog I give my shadow

And in that wet enveloping blanket

I am comforted.

That it should shield me from the world

And close me in my own.

So that I would know only the sound

Of a fire in the hearth

And the smell of coffee

And the feel of dog-eared pages

As I sit reading

And the promise of sunlight waiting

To shine on my face

Author's Note

This is a response to Honeypot's "Morning Coffee"

Reviews

[SoulofManyFaces]

This is a nice and cozy piece, with the promise of sunshine:).

[Bare trees]

I like the simple tone of the poem and the suggestive feeling of comfort you've given it through the use of safe words like Shield, hearth, blanket, sunlight and shine. Very well written.

[Honeypot]

This feels to me like the complete surrender of worries and frustrations. I love the image of being drawn into the fog like a comforting embrace. What is really great about this piece is the way it touches on the senses - the sound of the crackling fire, the smell and taste of the coffee, the feel of the warm fire and the dampness of the fog. It's a very well rounded poem. You did a wonderful job on it.

[Lola Nation]

an elegant way to wait for the passing of fog...